#day job
[image description: A middle-aged man stands in a garage wearing a wrinkled blue work shirt, with a patch that says ‘Len’. His arms are crossed and he holds a ‘RIGID’ monkey-wrench. Behind him, a sign reads ‘SPEEDY LUBING’. Text reads, “113, Len ~ Small God of the Day Job”]
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There is no shame in an honest day’s work. No reason to lower your eyes and refuse to answer when someone asked you what you did for a living; no reason to feel like wiping a counter or turning a wrench made you somehow lesser, made you somehow inferior. Len knows all who labor, whatever color their collar happens to be, and he loves them all with equal grace. White collar, blue collar, the occasional butcher or surgeon who considers themselves blurred all the way into red collar, they are all his children.
He also loves those who aspire to leave his grace, the artists and authors who dream of making their muse their master, riding their passion all the way to plenty; the ones who dream with genuine delight of the day they can marry and retire, staying home to raise a family, doing the hard work of education and nurturing while someone else serves in Len’s temples. He loves them knowing they want nothing more than to leave him behind, one more forgotten god on a life path littered with unneeded theologies and thrown-aside prayers.
He has room for them all, and he knows there will always be another, because there is always work to be done, and always hands to do it. He would prefer that all who work beneath his banner be there of their own free will. He knows that isn’t the case, and those are the only prayers that he regrets. The compelled. The captive. The nonconsensual. He cannot free them from his temples, must depend on human hands to untie the knots and undo the locks, but he can hope for them, and he can answer them as kindly as his nature allows.
Len loves the workers. Len loves the union man. And Len loves an unvoided warranty. Take care of what you own, Len begs, or be without.
Len loves you, too.
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Sometimes when you’re a designer who can also illustrate, you end up doing commercial illustrations that are not your thing at all. I do brand design work via my agency and the illustration/mural wasn’t part of the original plan, but it happened. The end product in the photo isn’t what I had in mind and you can see the initial illustration in the second image.
This is my first indoor mural in a commercial space (it’s a giant sticker ), so kind of proud but kind of underwhelmed at the same time hahah.
Still asked a friend to take an awkward photo of me for my parents tho.
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